Waiting on a Military Miracle

Being the young "rebel" type (read: easily bored) I decided I wanted my lip pierced. My husband being the constant logical one when it comes to needles penetrating my skin, said no.

Now it was war. It no longer became a random decision spurred by just seeing other people with piercings... it was a mission to prove I was still capable of making my own decisions.

Finally Matt gave in and told me that he didn't care if I got my lip pierced, and that it was my decision... Now I couldn't back out. If I didn't get it pierced at this point he'd assume every time I wanted something I'd back down.

The next week Hannah and I went to Tennessee where we decided I'd get my lip pierced and she'd get her fourth tattoo. The piercing process hurt like a bitch. Which is obvious considering a sixteen gauge needle was being shoved through my lip. Although, I believe it wouldn't have hurt quite as much if the piercer hadn't stopped halfway through to readjust the needle.

Now, a week later, I am almost regretting my decision. My piercing is too low, it affects my eating, and my lip is STILL swollen because i hit it constantly. But will I take it out? No. Why? Because taking it out would mean Matt wins. And we just can't have that.